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TG 98: Surviving Vacation

 

 

Despite the wonderfully long, productive, and restful summer, something was missing. A sense of adventure, unity, perhaps evolution. I gathered a couple of college friends who shared the same thoughts, Ross and Abel. After a bit of combined brainstorming, we found the perfect activity – a castaway vacation on the other side of the world. Away from society and nearly all of technology, we would live by ourselves on a remote island, given only hunting equipment and a roof over our heads. There would also be a tour guide on the island’s outskirts to give us walkies-talkies, but only in case of emergencies. All of us were psyched, having never experienced anything like this in our lives. In a few short days, we were on a plane to Indonesia, then on a boat to our destination: the island known as Siroktabe.

 

          “Alright boys, your huntin' gear is in the hut over there. Let me show you 'round the place.” The tour guide led us to our cabin. “Wow, this place is gorgeous.” Ross said, staring into the sky. “Yeah, looks rad. Wonder what we'll be eating.” Abel added. I remained silent, eagerly anticipating the next ten days. The place was exactly as advertised – a roof over our heads. There were no beds and the restroom was a hole with a changeable bucket. Besides the emergency walkie-talkies, the closest thing we had to technology was the set-up cooking pots outside hanging above flammable material.

 

          “...and that should be all ya boys need to know. Need anything urgent, feel free to ask.” Our guide wrapped up his survival lecture. With that, we were free. “What do we do first?” I wondered out loud. “I wanna try fishing up some dinner.” Abel said, already unpacking the fishing rods. “I kinda wanna ensure us beds.” Ross added, taking out equipment to chop and shave wood. “I guess I can, uh, gather some materials from the forest?” I said, not wanting to be left out. “Sweet, be back by sunset with some coconuts.” Abel said, attaching bait to his hook. I smiled to myself as I ventured out into the forest with a knife and basket.

 

          Never in my life have I smelled more natural air. Every leaf seemed to breathe freely and all the wildlife could be heard, each chirp distinct from one another. The only thing I had to worry about was stepping on snakes. I wandered for hours, basket full of berries, herbs, and the occasional coconut. As I kneeled down to pick up the last bit of food for the day, I noticed a hint of gray rock on the surface under the ledge I was on. I hoped down, the drop being a mere seven feet. Turning around, I was met with a tall, narrow entrance into the small hill I had been on. More hints of rock poked through, making me realize that I'd been on moss for awhile. Exploring the forest had been a wonderfully adventurous experience, but nothing could top the mystery of a cave on a desert island. I tip-toed into it, praying I wouldn't wake up some beast or step on a snake.

 

          Naturally, everything was pitch black around me, except my backside. However, after just a minute of walking, I noticed a light to my right. Carefully hugging the walls, I sidled over to see what it could be. My foot suddenly dipped into air. Steps?  I thought. To my surprise, I was right. I slowly walked down the steps, beginning to see what the light was illuminating and where it was coming from. Four holes were poked in the ceiling, three of them small, one of them a bit bigger, being about the width of a man's leg. As my eyes adjusted, I could spot unlit torches on the wall.

 

          The biggest spotlight was being shone down onto a stone platform. Two silver rings rested on top. Mandarin Chinese, a language I somewhat knew from High School, had been scrawled on the stone they were on. They started at the top right and ran down the pillar. The characters were traditional – much more complex than the version of Mandarin I had learned, but I could decipher a few. Without thinking, I pushed both rings on my middle fingers to get them out of the way of the text. “Hmm, silver.” I said to myself, reciting the characters I could recognize. “Friend, hmm, I think that's a clothing article...dang, that's all I can read.” I stepped away, feeling a little disappointed in myself.

 

          I still walked away happily of course, a basket full of food and two treasures on my hands was something to celebrate. I walked back to the shore as fast as I could, arriving just before the sun began to set. “Hey guys, I'm back!” I exclaimed, holding up the basket of goodies. “Welcome back, Franky!” Ross said back just as enthusiastically, looking up from his project. Abel slightly turned his head away from the ocean. “Coconuts?” He asked. “You got 'em.” I said. “Hehe, sweet.” Abel reeled in his last line. I looked over what the two had done in my absence. Ross had tied rods of wood together to make rectangles while Abel had an impressive amount of fish lined up on a wooden platform.

 

          “Are those the beds, Ross?” I asked. “Yeah. The frames are nearly done, now just need an actual, uh, bed part to it.” I laughed. “No worries, we have shelter. The ground near the beach doesn't sound too bad.” We spent the rest of the night frying some raw fish with berries on the side. Can't say I enjoyed the taste of fish over fire, but I the fact that I was starving made it so much better. “What's on your hands?” Abel asked. “Oh, I found these rings in a cave. Cool huh?” “Really?” Abel continued, taking a bite out of his fish. “That's weird. Any Indiana Jones traps?” I laughed. “I can show you the cave tomorrow.” “I wanna see.” Ross piped up. “We have enough food for another day or two, we can explore tomorrow.” “Then it's settled.” We all happily agreed.

 

Day 2

 

          All three of us woke up early the next morning, ready to actually enjoy the island instead of setting up our living space. I led them to the cave once we had attempted to bathe in the ocean. “Oh God, who knows what lives here…” Ross said as we walked through the woods. I shrugged, not wanting to scare him with any snake sightings. “Just watch your step.” I said. After about 20 minutes of walking, I finally knew where we were. “Oh, here it is!” I exclaimed as I felt the mossy hill start to slope up. Ross and Abel followed my lead as I ran ahead, then jumped down to the cave’s entrance. “Ooo, parkour masters over here.” Abel joked as he walked down the side of the hill to join Ross and I. “Haha, let’s go. There are steps in here, so walk slowly.” I replied.

 

          “…this is it?” Abel commented when we reached the dimly lit room that held the two rings. “Yeah, the rings were right there on that pillar.” I pointed to the center of the room. He went up to inspect the rock. “Chicken scratch.” He said, looking at the Chinese symbols. When he leaned on the pillar, a shiver swept down my spine. Ross walked up to it then kneeled down beside it, tracing the symbols with his finger as if he could understand them. When his finger touched the pillar, I felt another chill. “Nah man, it clearly says Ross is the best name in America.” Ross joked. The shivering began to worry me. “Ha, ha…” I tried to laugh, but I wasn’t comfortable. “Anyway, I’m gonna head back. Maybe explore a little more, I dunno.” “Kay, I think I remember the way back to camp.” Abel said, still trying to find something interesting in the room. I exited the cave, wondering what made me so shaky.

 

Day 4

 

          The third day went by without a hitch, but my rumbling stomach woke me up the next morning. The wonder and amazement of a deserted island was beginning to pale in comparison to the desire to use technology again. I think Abel and Ross were feeling the same way. We got a lot done today – more fishing and gathering, and we finished making half decent beds, but none of us seemed too excited about it. When we were all fishing together, Abel suddenly said “Arrgh, be right back. Don’t come into the cabin.” I felt a jolt in my hands as he got up. Holding the fishing rod straight became difficult. “What do you think he’s doing?” Ross asked. “I don’t know.” I replied without interest. I couldn’t care less about what Abel was doing, I was starting to get worried about my own health.

 

          Abel returned in ten minutes, looking a lot more relaxed. “Ah, alright, back to this.” He said as he sat down on the shore with us. “What’d ya do?” Ross asked. “Nothing, just a bathroom break.” He answered. Several hours later, when we were just passing time, Ross took a ten minute restroom break as well, asking for privacy. My body tensed around the same time. When I had to use the restroom later that night, it became obvious what they had done. Semen could be seen and smelled in and around the small hole that was our toilet. I could understand their needs – after all, four days away from society AND girls would take its toll on any young adult male – but I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to dispose of the waste this time. Now that I thought about it, I wondered why I didn’t have the slightest urge to masturbate over the course of the whole trip so far.

 

Day 5

 

          Today marked the half way point in our journey together. In five more days, we’d return home to our modern life. That afternoon, I was gathering berries in the forest as usual, when all of a sudden, my hands felt like they had been struck by lightning. “AAAHH!” I yelled in agony, dropping my basket. The two silver rings were tightening, squeezing my fingers harder than I thought was possible. Both my forearms were bright red from pain as they began to shrink and change proportions. At the same time, body hair began to fall out of my skin, no longer attached to their follicles. I didn’t know whether or not I was hallucinating as I watched my skinny, red arms shorten and become even thinner, bringing my hands and wrists to very delicate dimensions. Thankfully, I only had to suffer for a minute. The red hue began to fade, leaving me with tiny arms attached to my regular lightly muscled biceps – it didn’t look right at all. I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, so my hairless body became apparent as well.

 

"Oh Lord..." I panted, looking down at myself. “What the fuck happened?” I opened and closed my fists, noticing my nails had elongated in contrast to my forearms. “Franky!!” I heard from a distance. It was Ross, running at full spell towards me. He stopped in front of me, barely able to catch his breath. “Jesus…dude…are…you…” He coughed. “You…okay?” He finally said. “Y-yeah.” I stuttered, putting my hands behind my back. “I heard a…scream.” He said, still breathing hard from his run. “Yeah, I, uh, stepped on a snake by accident. It really scared me but I didn’t get hurt.” I lied. His eyes widened. “There are snakes here?!?” He whimpered in fear. “Ha ha, yeah. That’s why you’re not the gatherer.” I joked.

 

Once he was at peace again, we walked back to the camp together. It wasn’t long before he noticed something weird about me. “Yo, what happened to your arms? And, you don’t shave your legs, do you?” I had to think of something to say. “It’s weird, but I’ve been eating some odd berries here. I think they made me lose my body hair, I hope it won’t get to my head!” “Shit, did we eat those, too?” “No, don’t worry. I taste the berries before I give them to you guys. I was still debating on whether this certain one was tasty enough. Even if it is, I won’t pick any more of them.” I couldn’t believe he bought that. But then again, what other explanation would there be? A few minutes later, he grabbed my arm. “What the heck, nail clipper much?” “Hehe, they grow fast, don’t they?” I smiled, hoping to stop talking about my weird arms. “I didn’t think you had such small arms, dude.” “Yeah, I’m only 5’7’’, kinda short for a guy, ya know?” Thankfully, he didn’t continue to inquire. I kept away from Abel for as long as possible to avoid his inevitable questions, questions I needed an answer to before anyone else.

 

Day 6

 

          My day began at 4 AM with a terrible stomach cramp. I regretted taking in a deep breath through my nose. The small cabin reeked of semen. All of our beds were next to each other and Abel wasn’t in his, so I knew what he was up to. Pain was welling up inside of my body. Quiet pops could be heard from my bones. I didn’t want to wake Ross, so I quickly stepped outside, groaning as I tried to endure this while half asleep. “What the fuck is going on…!” I angrily whispered as I walked away from the cabin. My whole body was shaking and I was on the verge of falling to my knees. Fortunately, the ocean was quite warm, so it was somewhat relieving to kneel in the shallow waves. Now, loud and abrupt snaps and cracks plagued my ears as my skeleton compacted. I felt like I was being crushed from the inside, withering into a twig of a man. The little muscle I had was completely gone and my already shorter-than-average height lowered to that of a young teenager’s.

 

          “I’m fucking shrinking.” I mumbled, panting and shivering. I couldn’t see nor feel it, but my skin tone slightly tanned and softened as I sat miserably in the sand. “Franky?” I heard a voice call. This time, it was Abel. My head perked up, and the pain began to fade away. “A-Abel?” “Yo, what’re you doing out here?” He asked. We were barely able to see each other. “I dunno man. I think I’m sick. I hope I didn’t feed you guys any bad berries.” “Nah, they’ve been good. Let’s get you back inside.” Abel wrapped his arm around me, his hand touching my little arm. Any doubts I had of me actually shrinking were gone when I leaned against him. I was definitely shorter. He didn’t comment on it – maybe he didn’t notice – but I did feel him rub his hand against my upper arm.

 

          I slept for several more hours, waking up after everyone else. Once Ross and Abel saw me in the light, they knew something was wrong. I was several inches shorter, hairless below my neck, and somewhat tan. “Franky,” Ross began when I walked out onto the shore. “I think you need to walkie-talkie yourself home. You don’t look good.” “I’m fine.” I blurted out of stubborn habit. “Let’s stay off the berries, okay? We’ll eat fish for the rest of the trip.” He suggested. “Okay…” I couldn’t argue with him since I had blamed the berries on what was happening to me. I didn’t even know if I was right or not.

 

          I felt minor disturbances in my body throughout the day, but nothing nearly as alarming as the first two episodes. I still looked like a wreck. All of us did, really. We wanted to go home, the life of surviving like this was hard. None of us wanted to hunt, so our diet was almost only fish, and we didn’t get a lot every single day. I was dealing with my unique problems, Ross just seemed exhausted, but Abel almost acted like he was on withdrawal. Sane at times, borderline about to break at others. At least we all contributed to our food supply.

 

Day 7

 

          Shit hit the fan. As usual, I awoke early in the morning from some irritation. It wasn’t pain this time, it was extreme discomfort. It felt like a slug was crawling on my groin. When I stood up, my knees immediately bent in toward each other, instinctively trying to pinch whatever was at my crotch in an attempt to alleviate the sensation. I waddled out of the cabin before the other two woke up, wondering what kind of fresh hell was in store for me. Once I was at my regular sitting spot on the shore, I peered into my pants. A blood-curdling scream was released when I saw my genitals, or what was left of them. My dick was small, wrinkly, and attached to my scrotum as one disgusting, pinkish mass. It looked like it was trying to make itself disappear. Bit by bit, it was absorbed into my skin. I wasn’t kneeling this time, I had fallen to my ass in fear the second I saw it.

 

          My shorts were way too big to stay on my wriggling body, and the small waves carried them away before I could put them back on. With repulsive squishes and squashes, the entire thing eventually retracted. It could still be felt burrowing inside of me, deepening a small canal. The leftover flesh quivered, oh-so slightly darkening, distorting, and leaning outward as new life began to blossom. Only whimpers could escape my mouth. With an unheard schlick, the tunnel in my body had opened. I suddenly felt licks of the water reaching inside me as I sat on the sand. “Eeek!” I squealed in a voice that didn’t sound familiar. I scurried backwards on my ass as fast as I could, as if the waves were some kind of dangerous animal.

 

          Moments later, I saw Ross and Abel running toward me, my initial shout must have woken them. There was no excuse this time. I was pantless with a throbbing vagina in clear view. I looked up at them without a word, only trying to cover it with my legs. They were equally speechless.

 

          A few awkward seconds passed before Abel kneeled down next to me, pulling at my legs. I didn’t offer much resistance. Without warning, he cupped his hand around the pussy. I shrieked immediately. Ross didn’t hesitate in acting, punching Abel in the back of his head before he got too much of a feel. When Abel turned around, Ross sent another wallop directly to his face, bloodying his nose and knocking him out cold. Then, he helped me to my feet. I didn’t know what to say or how to react, I hadn’t even taken it all in. After another awkward silence, he finally said: “Let me guess, berries?” I tried to laugh, but I couldn’t. “I don’t know.” I wept, not expecting to start tearing up. “I honestly have no fucking clue what’s going on.”

 

          Ross wrapped his arm around my shoulder as he walked me back to the cabin like Abel had the morning before. I told him what had been happening, but I couldn’t begin to come up with a reason as to why. As we were walking, my legs suddenly began to shake, dropping me to my knees. “What’s wrong?” Ross asked. “I-I don’t know.” That was the only thing I could say with my teenage voice. My lower body was vibrating and I was gasping for air. Innards were slithering within my skin down there, and with a booming crunch, my hips flared out. Bits of fat slowly filled the gaps, rounding them with my ass and thighs to unmistakably feminine proportions. “Aah…AAAH…” I huffed, unable to describe the countless internal changes that ultimately made me into a functioning woman.

 

          At the same time, my calves had trimmed down even further and my waist had pinched, really emphasizing my lower body’s newfound shapeliness. “W-wow.” Ross swallowed, looking at my exposed bottom half before helping me stand up again. We finally made it back to the cabin and I put on another pair of shorts. Like the rest of my clothes, they were still too big, draping just past my knees, but they stayed on a little better with my bloated ass. I looked at Ross and started crying again. “What’s happening to me…” Ross hugged me. “Don’t worry, we’ll leave in three days and everything will make sense again.” “No it won’t!” I shouted. “You saw what was between my legs!” Ross tightened his hug without a word. “A-aah…” I uttered. Every pore on my body sizzled for a split second, darkening my skin tone again. At the same time, I felt parts of my eyelids fold into my face, turning them epicanthic. The color of my irises seamlessly transitioned from hazel to dark brown.

 

          When I felt his hand start to run down my back, I pushed him away with more force than intended. “S-sorry.” I mumbled. Ross leaned back in his seat. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll keep you safe.” The way he said that made me feel like he wasn’t talking to me as Franky, but as some frail flower. Needless to say, I didn’t talk to Ross or Abel very much for the rest of the day.

 

Day 8

 

          I woke up with the sunrise on the eighth day, it was becoming a habit. The disturbances I felt in my body came as no surprise. I’m not going to scream this time. I thought to myself. Two more days. I took a deep breath of the ocean air. Strangely enough, this was one of the most peaceful moments I had over the entire trip. I undressed, hoping to get a nice, quick bath in the sea. The waves licking my bare, Asian legs somewhat eased the discomfort I felt the skin on my chest crawl and swell. My brown nipples puffed out under the hillocks that my pecs were becoming. My slim upper arms lightly padded themselves with soft, feminine fat at the same time.

 

          Fortunately, the growing breasts didn’t exceed an A-cup in size, so I didn’t notice them too much as I walked my body into the water. Their tenderness didn’t surprise me, I didn’t think anything could surprise me at this point. The only two things on my mind were going home and either coming to terms with being a woman or waiting for whatever caused this metamorphosis to reserve itself. I saw a brief reflection of my face in the water, the last bit of myself that was still somewhat intact. I didn’t know if the water on my face was from the ocean or from my eyes.

 

          I dried and redressed before Abel or Ross woke up, thinking how to interact with them. I didn’t feel comfortable around Abel anymore, Ross was 50/50. I spent the morning and early afternoon exploring the forest just to pass time. I rejoined Ross and Abel on the beach around 4 PM. Abel and I looked at each other for a moment, then he walked up to me. “Hey, uh, s-sorry about yesterday…” Before I could respond, he continued. “It’s just, it’s like, uh, been over a week in this damn place. Feel like I’m losing my mind, ha ha.” He tried to laugh it off. I didn’t want to assume the worst of him, but I was cautious. “It’s okay.” I uttered, not knowing what else to say. I was just thankful my breasts couldn’t be seen through my baggy T-shirt.

 

          Hours later, after we had eaten another fish dinner, he randomly asked: “So, like, you have a vag now? What’s up with that dude?” I could only tell him as much as I knew, which was next to nothing. “Hmm,” he pondered. “Maybe those silver rings?” That caught me off guard, I had actually forgotten I was wearing them. “You think?” I answered, trying to take them off. It was impossible. “Oh man, they’re stuck!” “Dude, I think they were cursed or something.” The notion was ridiculous but I think I believed him. Just when I thought I may be able to talk to Abel normally again, things went sour.

 

          “So, like, you gonna hook us up bro?” “What?” I questioned. “I mean, you’re our guy friend but you have a freakin’ vag. You ought to know how much we’d want to touch it.” I swallowed hard, not only because of anxiety, but also because I felt my Adam’s apple melting down my throat. I coughed a few times as my Adam’s apple melded with my neck, disappearing entirely. “Oh Lord…” I said with an even higher, more female voice. “What happened?” Ross piped in, walking into the cabin. I was relieved not to be alone with Abel. “Our boy’s gone through puberty.” Abel joked. “Shut up.” I snapped back. “Wow, you’re right.” Ross said.

 

          Just before we agreed on going to bed, I was struck with a splitting headache as I walked into the restroom. The smell of cum didn’t help, either. “End it, please just end it.” I pleaded to no one. I yanked at the rings on my fingers to no avail. My jaw fractured itself, breaking from its hinges as the bone reshaped. It pouted my lips out as it reconnected with the rest of my skull a few seconds later. My mouth could only hang as my teeth and cheekbones drastically highlighted themselves. With a simple pop, the bridge of my nose sank into my face, slightly broadening my nostrils out.

 

          I held my hands to my head when my hair began to grow. Every strand lengthening out of my head made it feel like I didn’t have a scalp and that some substance was just flowing out of me. “Shit, right down to the long hair.” I said to myself, feeling it graze past my shoulders. Dark, silky hair cascaded down close to my lower back before stopping. Before I got to react, the two silver rings became extremely hot around my fingers all of a sudden. “AAAAH, FUCK!” I yelled, tugging at the devils. This time, they actually came off. There were no burn marks on them.

 

          “What’s wrong?” Ross said with a yawn, peeking his head around the corner. I flinched before turning around. “The rings came off after hurting me.” I responded as I put them back on to see if they would hurt again. “Whoa, hey, Franky. You’re pretty.” Ross commented. I took a second to digest his sentence. “W-what do I look like?” I asked, knowing I couldn’t get a real answer since we didn’t have mirrors. The only way to see a reflection was in the water. “Asian.” Ross laughed. I rolled my eyes. “Thanks.”

 

          “Well, well, well, look at Ms. Deserted Island over here.” Abel commented, walking in. “Hot damn, likin’ what I see, Franky.” “Uh, thanks, I guess.” Things felt uncomfortable again. “No tits yet?” “Uhm, they’re…small.” I needed to get out of here. “That’s cool, hope you enjoy it or whatever.” Abel said as he walked away. I only got a few hours of sleep that night.

 

Day 9

 

          Last day. Last full day. The boat’s coming tomorrow. Yes! I thought as I woke up, naturally before Ross and Abel. I went to grab my knife and basket for the last day out in the forest, which was when I noticed something was off. The walkie-talkies the tour guide had given us for emergencies were gone. I swear these were here yesterday, right? I thought in a panic. We never used them so it was hard to recall. “She’s awake.” I heard a whisper from the other room. “Let’s go.” Said the other voice. Both Ross and Abel quickly walked up to me. Without a word, Abel grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him. I couldn’t think, I only screamed and kneed him in the balls. His hands were still on me but the grip was loosened. As Ross got closer, I swung my body around, pointing the knife at him. The sudden jerk freed me from Abel. “GET AWAY!” I shrieked, hands trembling. Everything happened so fast, this brief pause felt like an eternity. I ran past Ross with my knife out, scared out of my mind.

 

          I bust the door, hearing Ross run behind me. “Franky, wait!” He bellowed. Once I had distance between us, I turned around, knife still pointed towards him. “I’m not letting you guys touch me!” I shouted, tears welling up. “I don’t care if you masturbate in the restroom, just stay away from me!!” “Franky, we need it!” Ross yelled back, starting to run again. “We haven’t seen a girl in over a week, can you blame us?! And you’re so fucking hot!” Now we were both running and he was closing the gap. “Asians are fucking sexy! You know it, Abel knows it, we all know it! Just give us your pussy for a day, dammit!”

 

          I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, especially coming from Ross. I had half the mind to give in, let my two friends defile me for a day just so I wouldn’t have to be in the situation I was in now. But that was wrong. No one – man or woman – should ever be treated like this. That’s why I was preparing myself to fight, even stab Ross if I had to. I couldn’t outrun him. He stretched his arms out as he closed in on me, I saw it from the peripheral of my eye. Without hesitation, I spun around and sliced the knife up through his arm. “AHG, FUCK!” He screamed, falling to his knees while frantically wrapping his gaping wound with his shirt. I didn’t look back, I kept running and made a turn into the forest where I could hide. I was on the move for nearly an hour before I stopped to rest.

 

          I pressed my hand against my chest to feel my racing heart, wondering if I had taken the right course of action. I knew one thing was for sure – I would not be sleeping tonight. The day passed very slowly even though I kept myself busy for the most part. Eventually, I found myself back at the cave where this whole mess began. I walked down to the pillar and placed the two silver rings back onto it, wondering if anything would happen. To my surprise, the Chinese writing began to glow, turning into English letters.

 

          “The one who wears both rings will become the object of friendly desires. One use.” I read out loud. I sighed. “That explains a lot. Damn it all.” I took the rings back. I could already feel that returning them would be pointless. I left soon afterwards, not wanting to trap myself in an underground room in fear of the worst case scenario.

 

          Once night fell, living became more complicated. The only natural lighting came from the moon, making staying in the woods potentially more dangerous than the open beach. My stomach growled as I trekked back, only having eaten a few berries the entire day. I slowed down when the cabin was in view, trying to spot where Ross and Abel might be. No sleep, I reminded myself. I sat on the sand that was as closest to the forest, hoping I would remain out of sight. Staying awake became agonizing. Not only was it hard, but it was wicked boring. I could only entertain myself with water and sand for so long.

 

Day 10

 

          It was 3 AM and I was still awake, waiting for the sunrise. I passed time by making awful sandcastles and drawing letters in the sand. But now, I was beginning to fade. I didn’t know what time it was which really made it harder to stay motivated. I laid myself down on my back, hoping I could rest my eyes without falling asleep. To keep my mind active, I thought about what had happened over the last several days. Even now, everything felt surreal. I swept my hand down my body to my groin, as if I had to feel my vagina again to make sure it was still real. “I’m a girl. I’m a girl and I’ll never have a penis again.” I mumbled to myself. I brushed my fingernails against my breasts. “These are actually boobs. Don’t really feel like it, but they are.” I rubbed my hands against my arms and legs. “I’m small, petite, even. Skin’s smooth, it feels good. This is my life now…”

 

          I almost dozed off many times, but was barely able to keep it together. My eyes widened in excitement when the sun finally rose. Yes, finally…! My legs wobbled from fatigue as I stood up. Now, I needed to stay around the cabin to watch for the boat, but also stay out of Ross’s or Abel’s sight. The final few hours passed dreadfully slow, but neither Ross nor Abel came out of the cabin at all. Then, around 9 AM, the boat could be seen riding up to the island. An energetic burst carried me as I ran across the sand to the pier. I ran up to the guide, a different man than the one we met over a week ago, smiling brightly but also looking like a mess with my baggy clothing and sand in my long hair. “Hi!” I exclaimed. Good, he’s not the same. That means he shouldn’t expect three boys. “Hey. I’m here to pick up three people. Where are the other two?” “Uhh, in the cabin, I think?” I said, not knowing the answer. “Can you go wake them up or something?” He asked. “I…I really can’t. I’m sorry sir, but could you do?” He didn’t understand why, but didn’t question it. Moments later, he brought out Ross and Abel, both with all kind of cuts and scrapes, and both half asleep. When Abel saw me, he tiredly said: “There she is! The bitch!” “Guessing you three didn’t get along?” The man asked. “It’s not uncommon for even the best of friends to be at each other’s throats when they’re all stuck on an island together for this long. You’ll all be home soon, don’t worry.”

 

          I didn’t ask what had happened between Ross and Abel because I simply didn’t care. All three of us were on the verge of falling asleep in the boat as we sailed back to the mainland, and then were shuttled off to the airport. Since I wasn’t near the two boys on the plane, I could finally sleep easy.

 

          What I was most worried about was going back home to my mother and her seeing what I had become. Luckily, once I had proved I was Franky, she quickly accepted my story and had no problem calling me her daughter. Since Ross and Abel had returned to society, they quickly regained their characters and could also vouch for me. I nor they told anyone about the ‘craziness’ that went down on the island. I didn’t realize it, but I was clamoring for technology about as much as they were. Not a second spent on my phone or computer was taken for granted.

 

Being around my mom became more of a joy than usual since she made me feel comfortable in my new skin, excitedly showing me all kinds of girly accessories and clothing. “Oooooh Whitney~!” My mom busted into my room the day after I got home. I didn’t respond right away. “Whitney? Is that my name?” I asked with a smile. “Yes, honey. It suits you so well, don’t you think?” I agreed. “We have a lot of shopping to do, girl! Let’s go, I won’t hold back in creating your new wardrobe!” “Uh, yeah, okay!”

 

The sheer amount of clothing and accessories was baffling. As a guy, I’d often buy a pair of jeans with some shirts and call it day. Now I was presented with all kinds of different tops with different cuts, colorful shorts, skirts, and pants, and a lot of frilly underwear. And that was just the clothing – I couldn’t even count how many hair pieces, blush brushes or lipsticks there were. We shopped till we dropped. I had forgotten how good it felt to wear clothes that fit me.

 

The next several days sort of blended together. I still had a couple of weeks before school, but my mom didn’t wait in making sure the world knew about my new identity. She did most of the work in issuing me a new passport, driver’s license, and general ID, as well as snapping random pictures of me to post to her Facebook. As for me, it didn’t take long to realize that I liked being a woman a lot more than being a man. I felt like I was starting on a clean state, that I was free from the socially awkward personality I had developed over the past few years.

 

Now the summer was finally drawing to a close. As I was thinking about how different my college life would be now, I heard my mom start up her “Oooooh Whitney~!” that she loved to greet me with. “Yes mom?” “It’s time for the annual picture! I think this will be the best one yet!” Every year before I went to school, my mom had me sit on a small slab of rock in front of our house for a picture, loving to see how different they looked each year.  This particular one had my mom excited for obvious reasons. “I’ll be right there.” I replied with a smile, looking for what to wear. I threw on an Aztec-inspired tank top that I tucked into my high-waisted shorts, followed by the two silver rings I had kept from the island.

 

I sat on the rock like I always had, smiling as brightly as possible. “Whitney, your smile is breathtaking!” My mom exclaimed. “But you’re not a guy anymore, so close your legs a bit!” That got a laugh out of me. “Hahaha, oops!” The camera snapped, marking my first appearance in our family photos as Whitney Louis, a girl who was eager to learn about herself and the world around her.




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